[OOC/Screenshots] Space Kids

Things have been really busy this week with some serious family stuff going on, and Mr Hare is home during the day, I have a hard time focusing on writing with other people around. I do have a few ideas saved up, but I have to find time to write them.

So, here’s a couple screenshots of the Space Kids. It’s double XP and double conquest this week. I don’t need XP because they’re all 70, but I’m trying to get everyone through all the story chapters for when the new companions return. They’re earning lots of conquest which means lots of gear, they need it!



[Screenshots] SWTOR Double XP Week

They’re having double XP on SWTOR this week for May 4th — they’re also giving away the first Chapter of KotFE for free if you are interested in that let me know!

I have a maxed character of every class but I do have some others who aren’t leveled yet so I’ve been working on those. The companion changes have made leveling my Sage a lot less headachey so I’ve been doing that. Plus having her boyfriend tank for her makes it go easier.


She was my first character ever so there’s a lot of nostalgia feels there. She also got a new outfit from the latest pack.


Finished my female Bounty Hunter, and Fake Kazta. She’s blending in with the locals.


And while he’s already max level, I wanted to try out my Smuggler’s pet Ginx. It’s a pet that fights with you like a companion. This one’s hilarious because it grabs enemies with its tongue. Next week’s Story of the Week will be about how Tihan found him!


I don’t think that’s how you use a chair… either of you.


[Story] Transmissions

[[ Just some short SWTOR stuff, letters between Mr Hare’s Smuggler and my Jedi. Hopefully leading into a storyline! ]]

XXXXXEncrypted MessageXXXXX
Origin: Unknown


I got in touch with one of my contacts, and being as small a galaxy it is, she knew your brother.  She didn’t have much to say, but the last she had seen him was on Alderaan.  He was researching (what exactly she didn’t know, or at least didn’t tell me).  This was close to when Zakuul invaded, so it was a while ago.  Fortunately it appears he left before there were any hostilities, and he was in sound health when she last saw him.  At least that was some good news, though it is old.

I will be of the grid for a while.  Apparently asking around about your brother brought on a bit of heat.  Kind of need to disappear, for a week or two…maybe three.

Please be careful, not sure what all is going on, but I don’t want you in any trouble.  Kind of care about you, ya know?




Greetings Kif,

What do you mean, some trouble? What sort of things has he gotten mixed up in? What was he doing on Alderaan? I have so many questions. I am relieved that he is alive — or he was, at least. I like to believe that I would feel it if he wasn’t, I know it’s possible when there is a strong bond between people. But we’ve been apart more than we’ve been together, all of those years. It seems so unfair to find him only to lose him again. Did your contact see anyone with him? Any of his crew, or apprentice?

I hope this message will reach you before you go dark. If not, it will be waiting and you know where I can be found. I wish I could say that I could continue my studies in the meantime, but I expect I will be too distracted for that, so perhaps meditations would help. You never know, maybe they would help you as well.

Your friend,

[Screenshots] SWTOR – Zamarra

Another one at 50! Zamarra was actually my first SWTOR character, but the class has pretty much been a big disappointment. I kind of lost interest in her when I found out I couldn’t romance the hot alien sniper (Zenith) and most of the other companions annoy me a lot. She’s also had a really tough time questing on her own, especially compared to my other two, so that killed a lot of my interest too.  And her storyline is pretty snoozy, it didn’t keep my interest at all.


I tried a bunch of times to get a picture of her level 50 starter Space Pope armor, but screenshots randomly weren’t working, even after I relogged :/

[Story] Reflection 14

“Why did you need to come here again?” Ashara’s brow furrowed as she looked at the hastily-painted market sign hanging over the handful of stalls. They’d only done that recently, to accommodate the travelers passing through. And even then, one got the distinct feeling that the Voss didn’t want you staying for long, credits or not. Most of the vendors at the stalls were off-worlders like themselves.

Zamarra picked up something from a table — it was a part of some sort that she couldn’t name. She’d never been very good with engineering. “Kif said I should buy something with you.” The togruta girl gave her a puzzled look, so she elaborated. “So we could have time to talk.”

“Oh, Zamarra.” Ashara set down the pink crystal she had been inspecting. “You don’t need an excuse for that. Come on, we don’t have to talk here.” Zamarra nodded, embarrassed, and followed the togruta out the back door of the impromptu market. “You can talk to me anytime,” Ashara said, touching her arm gently. They sat beneath a stand of young trees, on the soft grass. It really was a beautiful planet. Zamarra would be reluctant to leave it. “So, Kif’s back?”

“I think so,” said Zamarra, running her hand over the grass. “He went to Corellia and got a hat.” Ashara looked puzzled, so she continued. “He saved some orphans or something. They gave him the hat as a reward.”

The togruta shook her head, smiling. “You don’t believe that, do you?”

“No,” Zamarra said. “Not really.”

“He’s just trying to impress you,” Ashara explained. “He wants you to see him as a hero.”

Zamarra nodded, plucking a few more strands of grass. “I know.” There was no easy way to ask Ashara about the subject, so she simply went ahead. “He wants to do other things too.”

Ashara raised a brow, but she looked more amused than surprised. Perhaps she had expected the subject to come up. “Do you want to?”

“I don’t know,” Zamarra said, letting the blades of grass flutter down through her fingers. “How am I supposed to?”

“To — oh, you mean to know? I guess I didn’t really.”

“So you have?” Zamarra suspected as much, but she didn’t want to imagine her brother doing anything like that. It was strange, and uncomfortable. At the same time, she hoped it was true, because then  Ashara could answer her questions — vaguely.

“I don’t regret it at all. I’m so glad it happened.”

That didn’t really answer her question, so Zamarra asked again. “But how did you decide? Weren’t you worried about the code?”

Ashara frowned briefly. “I was worried, a lot. But I don’t see how something so wonderful could possibly be wrong. And I don’t know how I knew, it just… seemed right.”

Zamarra smiled, but the questions still clouded her mind. And she worried about her brother and Ashara, whom she liked a great deal. They would always have to be hiding, always worried about being discovered. Unless the war were to end, of course. It made her want that even more, even if her reasons were partly selfish. She didn’t want to lose either of them.

“Oh!” Zamarra said, remembering something. She took out the small slab of stone that Kif had brought last night, passing it over to Ashara. “Look at this. I’m working on translating it.”

Ashara inspected it carefully, turning it over. Only one side was inscribed, with ancient symbols, the other was glassy smooth. There was something on her face that Zamarra couldn’t quite read. “You’ll have to tell me what you find out. Okay?” she asked.

Zamarra smiled again. “Of course I will. You can help me if you want to.”

“I’d like that. I don’t suppose you’d let me take it back to our ship? We have an archaeologist aboard who I’m sure could help.”

“You do? That’s a wonderful idea,” said Zamarra. He was undoubtedly an Imperial archaeologist, but if Malavar and Ashara trusted him, she did too — reluctantly.

[Story] Reflection 13

Zamarra watched the togruta girl as she took the skewers of meat off the fire. There was something familiar about her, she was sure of it. They’d likely studied at the temple at the same time, met each other in passing in its halls. But maybe it had been another togruta girl, or maybe her mind was reaching for things that weren’t there.

Either way, she was here now, and Zamarra was glad of her company. There wasn’t really anyone on crew that she could talk to, not like this. They spoke of their assignments and their research, politics and alliances. They didn’t simply speak as friends. Though they’d only just met, Zamarra thought of her as one. She was glad that Ashara seemed to feel the same way. Of course, they did talk about ordinary things too — the first time they met, after Zamarra had got that first pesky question out of the way. It all made sense when Ashara explained it, a balance struck precariously between Light and Dark, power used as leverage to accomplish what talking could not. Still, she couldn’t help feeling that it was heretical at its center, that even considering what she was considering would cause her to fall to the darkness. But Ashara hadn’t, and she had been tested even more than she had. Was Ashara simply stronger than she was?

The answer to her first question she’d already guessed. The togruta blushed when she asked. Yes, she and Malavar were lovers. Zamarra was curious how that had come to be — but not curious enough to ask the details. If her brother was happy, so was she. And at least he had proven to have good taste. What about Kif, Ashara wanted to know. In truth, Zamarra really didn’t have an answer to that. He had confessed plainly that he loved her, and wanted to stay at her side — even at the expense of his work. Zamarra didn’t think it very practical, but he said something about shipments and schedules.

She wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted of her, in the long term at least. She had a fair idea of what he wanted in the short term, she wasn’t quite -that- naive. And surely it would be nice, but she worried about all of his prior explorations. He confessed that he had painted her likeness on the side of his ship, and that she hadn’t been the first. Was it all only a ruse, to make her lower her guard and succumb to his questionable charms?

He said he’d wait as long as necessary. Zamarra supposed he wouldn’t wait if it was all a trick. And she’d felt something when he kissed her, something strange and powerful, unlike any sensation before it. Ashara said that the Force had brought her to Malavar, and Kif had said almost the same thing last night. In any other matter, she would remind herself to simply trust that all would go as it was meant to. So why was this time different?

They’d both brought up the idea of hiding, too. Finding a place far away from the Empire and far away from the Temple, just living out a quiet and peaceful life, with their little family. It sounded nice, but Zamarra didn’t really think it was possible. They’d find him, and Ashara would either be hurt or would lose him. And there was still so much work to be done. She couldn’t rest, not yet. Kif said that maybe one day the war would be over, and there would be peace. Zamarra desperately hoped that he was right.

[Story] Reflection 12

Meditating had helped — at least a little, Zamarra’s hands no longer trembled, but she was unable to clear all of the worry from her heart. Kif had found a quiet place among some ruins, far removed from any Imperial or Republic camps. There weren’t any Voss there either, at least as far as Kif had seen, only the lonely far-off calls of some bird. There must have been once, for the stones were inscribed with the same intricate yet puzzling patterns that she’d seen among the Voss buildings. She hoped they weren’t a dire warning of things to come.

She heard his voice before she saw him. It was a bit different than she remembered — deeper, and it had picked up the Imperial accent, which unnerved Zamarra. But it was his voice, there was no doubt of it.


She had always remembered her brother as bigger than herself. He was older, but there was more to it than that, a reassuring sort of strength that he possessed.  As a grown man, he wasn’t as large as some others, but to Zamarra, he was still a giant. His eyes were the same, too. They didn’t look angry or clouded by the dark influence. He wore the black and red Sith robes that she’d seen in the holo, but there was no saber at his side. Zamarra’s relief won out over her wariness, and she hurried over to her brother, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. Maybe it would all be all right, somehow.

“What happened?” Zamarra asked, pulling back to look at him more carefully. His stripes seemed darker, and she gasped when she saw scars hidden among them. What had become of Malavar and Mother after she had gone? Malavar glanced back briefly among the stones, where Kif and the Togruta girl that he’d mentioned stood watching. Zamarra saw that she was holding Malavar’s saber, and she appeared to have two of her own at her belt. She didn’t look like a Sith.

He urged Zamarra gently forward, down a small hill a little way out of the ruins. Maybe he didn’t want Kif to hear – or maybe that girl. He didn’t answer yet, though. “Are you okay, Zamarra? You’re a Jedi now?”

“Yes. They started my training as soon as I got to the Temple. I tried to send them for you–”

Malavar’s expression softened briefly. She imagined it didn’t do that often in his new life. “They did,” he replied. “They came to test me. They didn’t find anything.”

Zamarra arched a brow, looking over at him. “Then how?”

“I didn’t notice it happening at first. But I guess all of the anger I felt toward my master, it — it focused, somehow.” Zamarra nodded silently. It was not unheard of for Force ability to show itself later in life, but the circumstances surrounding his awakening troubled her. How could he control it, born of the Darkness? “For a while, I could keep it a secret. But not long.” Malavar frowned, looking away into the distance. Zamarra could guess well enough what had happened.

“So they took you to Korriban?”

“I had no choice. It was that or die. I wasn’t supposed to make it through, but I did.” Zamarra knew that was true. The initiation process for Sith was brutal, meant to weed out any weakness. The Jedi, at least, did not kill those who failed to succeed. “I never wanted this. I still don’t.” Malavar frowned, glancing down at his hands. “But at least I am free. And now I’ve found you.”

“What do we do now?” Zamarra was keenly aware that Kif was right; she could only meet with her brother in secret. While he posed no immediate danger to herself, he was still a Sith and would be seen as a threat by anyone in the Republic. Not the least of all, her fellow Jedi. But she couldn’t lose him again, not now.

Malavar sighed, shaking his head. “I just want a normal life. I don’t suppose I’ll get that.”

“At least you have your sister now,” Zamarra pointed out, putting her hand on his gently. “And who is that girl?”

“Oh, she’s — my apprentice,” Malavar said, but his flustered look told Zamarra otherwise.

“Oh really?” Zamarra giggled, glancing back to where the togruta stood. It looked like she was talking to Kif, yet still watching them both closely. “She doesn’t look like a Sith.”

Malavar shook his head, trying to regain his dignity while his little sister teased him. “She’s not, she’s a Jedi. Or she was. I’m not sure now.”

A Jedi? She looked to be about Zamarra’s age. Now she was even more curious to speak to the girl. “But I can talk to her, right? She’s not… dangerous?”

“No, she’s not dangerous. And she’s very eager to talk to you too. I told her a little about you.” The togruta girl saw Zamarra looking over and gave her a little wave. No, definitely not dangerous. Her presence reassured Zamarra that Malavar couldn’t really be as dangerous as other Sith.

Zamarra took her brother’s hand again, squeezing it. “You can stay for a while, can’t you? You just got here.” He nodded, though she saw a flicker of something in his expression. Worry, maybe? She couldn’t be certain. “I don’t want you to leave yet. And I’d like to talk to her too.”

“I’ll stay,” Malavar said, putting his arms around her in a hug. Despite all of their years apart, it felt like she belonged there. “It’ll be all right.”